A Fragmented Story

Where I Am

How do I explain to you?

That I'm part of something,

Welcoming.

Beautiful.

Bigger than myself.

How can you still live

In extremes?

Yes or no.

Black or white.

Life isn't that simple.

I've embraced it

But you fight against it.

Fight against me.

And you don't even realize,

You've plunged a dagger

Through my heart.

You can't see that

I'm fighting to stay alive.

This is a one sided battle.

Not because one of us

Is giving in,

But because only one side ,

Knows that we're fighting.

I don't feel welcome

In the place you say

Is my home.

My home, my real one,

Is an abstract concept.

No where and everywhere

My home is in the poems

I read and write

In the community that

Welcomes me, 

Instead of scorning.

In the middle-of-the-night

Conversations 

With my best friends

In the rain pounding

On my window

It's in my memories 

And in my future.

It can get lonely,

Without a material

Place to feel safe.

But, home 

Is where the heart is,

And my heart is never far,

From where I am.